Aunt Yang Pinru followed closely like a fawning dog, her face full of flattery:
"Director Bai, my son Chen Mingxing is currently being rescued in the ICU of your hospital's emergency department. We are truly unable to afford the high medical expenses. Could you trouble Deputy Director Zhou to help with full reimbursement? She can obtain a practicing physician qualification certificate without an exam, so such a small favor should be effortless for her!"
Bai Su clearly did not expect Chen Xiao's relatives to be so shameless. She forced a smile, her gaze inadvertently turning more worried towards Chen Xiao.
Chen Qing, without any politeness, frowned and refused: "Eldest sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, Deputy Director Zhou is just my son's supervising teacher, not my future daughter-in-law. She cannot help you!"
After dismissing the two aunts with a few words, Chen Qing found an excuse to go out and deliver medicine, sending Chen Xiao away. She then anxiously asked Bai Su: "Who exactly is this Deputy Director Zhou that she can get a license issued by the superior department without an exam? Why is she going to such lengths to help my son? Could it be that she has taken a liking to my son?"
Bai Su gave a bitter smile, her brow furrowed with worry: "I don't know her background, but allowing an intern with no clinical experience to directly serve as a practicing physician without an exam clearly indicates she intends to ruin your precious son!"
To avoid suspicion, Bai Su, as the director, had never proactively paid attention to Chen Xiao's performance at the Central Hospital. However, she could imagine with her toes that an intern who had just graduated from university would be completely incapable of handling the responsibilities of a resident physician.
Chen Qing immediately became displeased and huffed indignantly: "My son has inherited the true medical legacy of his maternal grandfather since childhood. How could he be incapable of being a resident physician? Moreover, if he truly encounters clinical problems that he cannot solve, I, his mother, can help him overcome them in secret!"
Bai Su said with a wry smile: "If a mysterious big shot like Zhou Wannong truly wanted to deal with Chen Xiao, we would have no room to resist. Shall we first look at your injuries?"
Allowing Bai Su to examine her, Chen Qing, who had finally recovered her breath, couldn't help but ponder her injuries in secret.
Soon, Chen Qing realized something was wrong, her face filled with horror: "Why are there so many fractures all over my body, yet completely no symptoms of swelling or pain?"
Maintaining the posture of taking Chen Qing's pulse, Bai Su was equally stunned: "Based on the pulse analysis, your brain and heart have clearly suffered fatal damage. At the very least, you should be experiencing symptoms like syncope, shock, or even ventricular fibrillation, all of which are life-threatening. Yet, not a single one is present. This is utterly bizarre!"
Unconsciously, both of them broke out in a cold sweat, beginning to doubt themselves, to negate themselves…
After another intense discussion for about half an hour, during which they both searched online for information and consulted the ancient medical texts collected by the Jishitang, they simultaneously concluded that they had misdiagnosed. The frustration of never fully understanding medicine was evident in each other's expressions.
The top of their heads still felt as hot as the afternoon sun. Chen Xiao had already arrived at the delivery location for the medicine, the Hegutian Hotel, on his electric scooter.
The catering manager of this hotel, Wu Xianyao, was a neighbor of Jishitang. He had been suffering from indigestion for a long time and would experience digestive issues if he didn't take Chen Qing's specially formulated "Jinkui Shunqi Powder" for a few days.
After Chen Qing was tricked into going to Mingzhu City by Liu Jinya a few days ago, Wu Xianyao had called to purchase medicine.
In the antique-style lounge area on the first floor, after calling Wu Xianyao, Chen Xiao took a seat to cool off. In front of him was the Jinkui Shunqi Powder, meticulously packaged in brown paper.
However, the Jinkui Shunqi Powder he brought was quite different from the one Chen Qing prepared. He had conveniently modified it with the mysterious, wordless golden formula in his mind.
Soon, more than ten minutes passed.
Chen Xiao had not yet waited for Wu Xianyao, who was busy upstairs, but instead, he happened to encounter his former classmates whom Pan Jian had invited to gather at Hegutian.
However, Pan Jian and Li Bingxue were not present. It was clear they were too embarrassed to show their faces after Chen Xiao had posted the video of them kneeling in the group chat.
A group of over a dozen men and women were clearly drunk. Upon seeing Chen Xiao, they surrounded him, cursing.
Leading the pack was Lin Zhenyi, a sycophantic friend of Pan Jian. He was tall and imposing, his body fat jiggling, weighing at least three hundred catties. He strode with an air of arrogance, and passersby gave way as he approached.
He glared at Chen Xiao with ill intent and aggressively accused: "We are classmates, why did you force Pan Jian and Li Bingxue to kneel and record a video?"
As he spoke, he used his drunken state to violently kick over the stool next to Chen Xiao, his body fat jiggling even more noticeably.
Instantly, dozens of gloating eyes in the lobby fixed on Chen Xiao. The other classmates wore indifferent expressions, as if watching a show.
One seductive and revealingly dressed female classmate with curly hair, her face full of displeasure, urged: "Chen Xiao, everyone is in a hurry to go sing karaoke. Time is precious, apologize quickly! Besides, Young Master Lin and the others have drunk a lot of white wine. They might beat you up if things get heated."